" He had been lying down, but he sat up as I approached. It was a warm night, and he was shirtless, the sheet covering him only from the waist down. H... looked very good, his youthful slim body was rather smooth but he was no longer a c***d. I was standing by the bed, and I bent and kissed the top of his head in the usual way. His head was at my chest height; with my right hand I pulled him toward me just a little bit, but then I realized that I should not press him against me, and I paused. I. ...and so on. Beyond, in the furtherrecesses of the shop I could see racks of women's clothing - dresses,skirts, blouses, and jackets; in both muted and bright colours andpatterns. Yet more shelves held wigs in stands; again they came in avariety of styles and shades. I was overwhelmed by the sheer femininityof the place.An elderly woman stood behind the counter. "Hallo Annie," she greeted uswith a smile. "I haven't seen you in a long time. Surely you don't needto shop here any more; I would. Chief Sanchez announced, "Ok, boys and girls ... let's get some sail up." Of course, what he meant was, I'll push some buttons and you watch ... in case."Don't leave me ... I don't know what to say." Tell him that." What?" That you don't know what to do." Jib drawing," Sanchez said, "Main up. Shutting down Port turbine."From the engine room the boys reported, "Port shutdown."She took the phone."Mr. Treeman, what should I do?" I'm very safe here." Well ... just manage it for me. If I can't. “Dylan,” he groaned as he continued to slide in and out of my ass.He wrapped his hand around my cock and it wasn’t long before I was hard again. I groaned as his manicured fingers stroked my length. He started rocking his hips against me harder and I started to close my eyes.“Look at me,” he growled.My eyes lock on his and I’m transfixed. “Brett,” I moan.“What did you call me?” his free hand cracks against my ass.I moan again.“Daddy,” I correct.“Mmmm, that’s my boy.” He continues to pump.